my lover a rose

Behold, young love, like dawn's first blush on high,
A rosebud's bloom 'neath morn's awakening eye.
The boy, he gazes through the misty air,
His heart alight with fiery, fervent flare.

As petals open to embrace day's birth,
His love unfolds, finds kinship with the earth.
The sun's first rays, in golden streams descend,
And with the rose, their radiant hues blend.

The clouds, they weep, their tears of joy bestow,
Upon the bloom, where love's sweet waters flow.
So does the boy, his heart in rapture, sees
His love, like rose, sway gently in the breeze.

Each dewdrop, a mirror of his soul's delight,
Reflects the promise in the morning light.
The rose, it stands, a sentinel of day,
Guarding the love that never fades away.

The boy, with eyes like stars in heaven's dome,
Finds in his love, the universe's tome.
For her, he'd pluck the stars, the moon, the sun,
To weave a crown, for she's the only one.

The rose, it whispers secrets soft and true,
Of timeless bonds, and love's eternal hue.
It drinks the sun, the tears from skies above,
A testament to their undying love.

As day gives way to night's encroaching gloom,
The rose still shines, dispelling all the doom.
The boy's love, steadfast, through the dark will rise,
Like roses bloom 'neath stormy winter skies.

And when the dawn returns to grace the land,
The rose, the boy, the girl, together stand.
Their love, a cycle, endless as the sea,
From dawn's first light to twilight's mystery.

So ends our tale, where love and nature blend,
A boy, a rose, a love that knows no end.
In every dawn, their story is composed,
A timeless love, as pure as yonder rose.